Lone Souls

Bane's pinned ears picked up a sneeze and he gave a ripple of his body to sink lower into the snow, any moment and the youngster would be in his jaws and on his way with him back to Seracia. Seracia... would they even accept his captive? His eyes went side as the elder thought about the pros and cons of this situation. Hmmm, bad... well there was the fact that they might not accept his prize and or him back into the pack. He was all alone out against a river, Glaciem could just surround his den and he'd starve. Or they could end it quickly with a mass of wolves.

About Seracia, they could trade the yearling for a captive of theirs, but then again he didn't know if that was a wasted effort due not knowing the status of the Seracia prisoners. Glaciem could use force to get this wandering one back, in which case Seracia would be screwed due to lack of wolves capable of fighting effectively. Bane's family would be in danger so that ruled out that option immediately.

Bane lowered his eye in a disappointed scowl and relaxed his body with ears going out to the side, the one over the rise had called out to his surroundings. Clearly disappointed, the banished Seracian rose his pale, grey and black flecked form from the snow and meandered over the slight rise. The tiniest of shivers overcame him as he saw the lost Glaciem, the younger wolf looked like Nako... kinda, sorta similar pelt color... a little bit older too. "Shhhhh young north wolf, and welcome to my territory. Are you lost?"